You can never have enough...

[popeye333]

I used to think school was important. When my daughter abandoned it at fourteen I was devastated and fought her for months over that choice. But when I indulged myself with the postgrad study I learned so much about why we have state schools, what they are all about, and how they work, and I started to feel a whole lot better about that parenting thing. Like me, she was reading chapter books at 4 years old and was tested as gifted by the ed psychs at the schools request when she was ten. She abandoned school because she was bullied by her classmates and bored by her lessons, but the surprising thing is she still thinks she did the right thing. And she has said if either of her two want out of the system she will support them in doing so.

Our one size fits all sausage factory schools do not suit all kids. For some it is simply years of torture, they're better out of it, and once into adulthood never look back. Like that kid of mine.

I wish I had known this back then when my heart was breaking over her 'rebellion'...

I do agree with you Hunni. 

In my 5th form, after being rudely ripped from the classmates we had gone 2 years with, the 
top" two of each class then formed the "Top" class of the 5th form. 

I Hated it. So set myself levels that I would be happy with in the mid year exams. And if I didn't meet them I was leaving school..  

I studied hard but didn't get what I wanted. And I didn't set rediculous levels either. 

Decided one day on the bus to school it would be my last day.. Man that made a mess. Teachers took my friends in to find out why.. they didn't know cos I hadn't told anyone.. Called my mother and said I needed a ride home I was finished at school.

Started working 6 weeks later and I dont regret it at all. 

But with MrP he couldn't read and he reckoned he had done alright. But for me kids need some level of education. I would have been ok if they chose the same thing I had done. But They would know how to read and write before schooling ended. 

Done a few more hours in the rooms. Run out of puff but I have more stuff to move to the garage. Rubbish, recycling and very few keeps. 

Just spent the last hour tripping down memory lane. Reading Letters my grandmother wrote home to her Mother when On board the ship from England to New Zealand. 

 The scrapbook I did when our local policeman Murray Stretch was killed. 

And when my Sister was run over by a milk truck in her bed. 

Now I need to list a few things since TM has free selling today. Awesome timing.